One month from today I will turn 40. That’s the first time I’ve actually written that down anywhere. It seems a little scary, mostly because people make such a big deal out of it, but I am ready to face it head on. The fact that I’ll be spending my 40th birthday in Paris is making it seem all the much greater. My husband and I first went to Paris when I was 35, and I told him that Paris is where I wanted to spend my 40th birthday. I am so thankful that he and my family are making that happen, it only seems so fitting considering the love affair I’ve had with this city since I was little. I am not sure where it came from either because nobody in my family is French, I never actually traveled there before I was 35, and I didn’t even really understand anything about the culture until I was in my 20s. All I did know what that I had an underlying desire to visit this place and that the vision I had in my head was something out of a fantasy about Paris. I was actually very nervous to visit when we went 5 years ago. Would it be everything I hoped it would be, would I love it, would I appreciate the culture and the art, would I want to go back, would I like the food, would I like the people? I can say that it absolutely blew away all my expectations and more. I vividly remember crying at two different times throughout the trip, once when we saw the Louvre for the first time and when we saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time. There was so much emotion coming out of me, it was hard to put into words. I am starting to get that feeling again as we are getting closer to September 5th. I have anxiety and excitement all at the same time. I have been waiting 5 years to return and I know this will be one of the most memorable moments of my life.